Category Archives: Home on the Range

I Know He’s Older Than Me.

It was Tom’s birthday today – we were very low key. He opened his first present before we went to breakfast: a new Garmin GPS Navigation Thingy! We used it to make our way to Elmer’s where I had blueberry pancakes and my version of a mimosa which uses grapefruit juice instead of orange juice.

But Who Will Sign for Our Packages?

Tom has about two weeks of summer left. The floor is not close to being done. I am trying to be patient. When he goes back to teaching, I feel a little less stressed about my job and the house (even though we are now officially upside down in our mortgage instead of just theoretically)

August Doldrums.

It’s not the blues, it’s not the heat, or the wind, or the humidity. It’s August. Everything seems to become never ending monotony. This town gets so quiet without the tourists and the locals always go on vacation… restaurants close until October, stores don’t restock until November, and the coffee shop makes less muffins than

Me and my Arrow.

I wish I loved doing something as much as my dog loves chewing on pieces of rawhide. Chewing on any approved items, actually. She’s the only dog I know that can destroy red Kong toys. We’ve moved onto black Kong, but I bet those days are numbered, too. She eviscerates anything we give her that